Number C 00 _ The end

Some say that the future is uncertain. That man has no words in what may or may not happen. Still, even if it is uncertain that destiny is controlled, that the hand of God is hovering above, man has no control, even over his own will. Man takes up the sword to shield the wound in his heart. Man wields the sword so he may die smiling in yet another future. But is the happiness that man defends a certainty? Are the fighting and the bloodshed ever ending to let place for our hours of glory and mercy? Or is it yet but another uncertainty of life? In front of the unanswered questions, the man takes the sword again and builds his own fate Built-in a way of a cyber crusader, a warrior of crimson and white. a savior to some, an abomination to others.